Friday, July 31, 2015


BY NOW we are sure everyone knows about the horrid videos showing officials of Planned Parenthood dickering over the price of human body parts "harvested" from aborted babies. PP apologists claim that the videos were "edited", but they don't offer to say what - if any - exculpatory content was edited out.
In a rather hokey ploy, the emergency PR firm hired by Planned Parenthood ran an ad featuring a woman who claimed that this nest of baby-murdering ghouls called "Planned Parenthood" helped her fight breast cancer. (There are other organizations that do NOT murder babies and "salvage" their organs for sale who could have helped just as well or better  The PR firm was simply trying to link these butchers to the popular cause of fighting breast cancer.)
Others keep saying that this ghastly trade is necessary for research into cures for everything from Parkinson's to AIDS. But ask them for even one example specific and they cannot answer, because there aren't any.
Congress, defund this bloody bunch immediately, and if Obama vetoes it, OVERRIDE HIM. 


     We are aware that it is a tad early to make predictions as to what will happen in November of next year, but we will here state what we think is shaping up.
     Hillary Clinton will eke out the Democrat nomination by the skin of her teeth. She will take Martin O'Malley as her VP choice as "assassination insurance".
Bernie Sanders will run as an independent after being barely beaten by Hillary, thus splitting the "kook" vote the Democrat party relies on.
     Donald Trump will get the Republican nod as the Republican rank and file pull a badly-needed putsch against the Establishment leadership in the primaries and caucuses. He will take either Ted Cruz or Scott Walker as VP.
     Trump will win in a landslide after loudly exposing the Democrats as the frauds they are and presenting sensible, workable ways to ensure the prosperity of this country and her citizens, and will put America FIRST for the first time in a good long while.

Saturday, May 30, 2015


Gentle Readers, we here at the Alexandria Daily Poop are truly flummoxed by recent events. The Thing who would be King keeps issuing un-Constitutional fiat after fiat, and the Republicans in Congress (who were plainly given a mandate last November to stop his treasonous ass) are just rolling over and caving. 

The latest travesty in this sorry sequence of events is the support the Republican leadership is lending to a trade bill that OBAMA'S OWN FUCKING PARTY VEHEMENTLY OPPOSES!!

(Not that anybody knows exactly what's in the bill, which is sequestered in a room in the basement of the Capitol, where members of Congress have to obtain permission to read it and are forbidden to make public comment about it. Just like this Obamacare crapola was before it was voted on. Who the FUCK ordered this? Whoever it is should be removed from office IMMEDIATELY.)

Whatever this bill says, we've a feeling that the Democrats are really in favor of it and are feigning opposition to provoke the Republicans to take Obama's side in the debate. Then, once the bill becomes law and the horrible effects of it begin to wreak havoc, the Democrats will be able to say that this disaster could not have happened without the complicity of the Republican majority. 

Contact your Senators and your Representative NOW and over and over. Pester the living hell out of them and tell them that any fool who votes to buy another Obamacare style pig in a poke can expect to be replaced in the next primary with someone who is not a fucking SUCKER!

Friday, May 8, 2015


IN HONOR OF OUR BRAVE LAW ENFORCEMENT PEOPLE, who take increasing doses of crap as thanks for their efforts at keeping our neighborhoods safe, I am finally happy to announce that my latest novel "A Piper For Danny" will be availablee from Kindle  ABSOLUTELY FREE DURING NATIONAL POLICE WEEK from May 11 to Friday May 15th. This is a $7.95 value for free, especially to the American Law Enforcement community.

Thanks for your faithful service in the face of the attacks on you recently. You are appreciaated, even if a few jackasses want to give you grief.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014


The lives of the two police officers slain recently in a NYC ambush certainly mattered much more than the dead punks that the angry mobs were out chanting demands for "dead cops" in the name of.
If those idiots want to avoid being killed by the police, well, here's a helpful hint: DO WHAT THE COP SAYS WHEN HE SAYS TO DO IT and you'll be just fine. 
In my life I have had hundreds, even thousands of encounters with the police. These range from "Hello, Officer, nice day, isn't it?" to "Sir, I stopped you because your taillights are out" on through speeding citations, even up to and including - while I was defending myself against a violent assailant - having a cop pull up, get out of his car, draw his Glock and point it at me, and order me to the ground. 
In not one of these encounters have I EVER been killed by the police. Not even once. 
Now all you morons stop chanting in the streets and do something to make your lives matter. Getting a job comes to mind.  

Monday, December 22, 2014


Gentle readers, I had so hoped to offer - as is usually the case - free copies of my most recent novel to all for Christmas.

Alas, the folks at Kindle seem to be grinches. They no longer allow free promotions, just something they call a "countdown deal".

For a countdown deal to be in effect, the book has to be priced higher than the $1.99 I have been charging for my works.
Well, I went and re-priced all my stuff at $7.95 per book. (Which is what a friend who is a professional marketer told me to do a year ago. She said "People don't want to buy a cheap book" blah blah "I know you just want to get your stuff out but..." blah blah blah.
Well, all my stuff is now "priced to sell" at more than three times the original price. They are still great stories and make great presents. (Plus I make $5.60 off each sale instead of seventy measly cents).
Still, I am disappointed I could not get "A Piper for Danny" out for a free promotion this year.
Watch for the upcoming novel "The Resurrection of Sergeant O'Bannon" around (blasphemous? I hope not.) Easter.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014


Gentle Readers, we here at the Alexandria Daily Poop have decided to avoid burdening you further with all the irritating, frustrating, infuriating horrifying sickening things that are going on, at least for today. Instead we present you with a true (well, maybe embellished a little, but mostly true) holiday story that really happened to our Beloved Editor, F. Allen Norman, Jr. Here 'tis, and MERRY CHRISTMAS!
It was Thanksgiving a few years back, I'm thinking probably 2006; and I had spent all night the past night and most of the morning taking people to the airports and other transportation hubs. Myself, I couldn't make it back home that year, so I sought out a place that didn't require reservations and served a banquet with a real turkey. I found one at a corner of northern Old Town Alexandria. I was into my second helping of turkey and fixin's when a family came in and got seated.
One member of the family was a rather rambunctious little lad of about 5 or 6. His mother kept telling him not to run in the restaurant, but he kept it up. The whole scene was making many of the diners a bit uncomfortable, me in part because I thought the kid was going to run headfirst into a table corner or otherwise hurt himself.
Finally I stood up, dressed in my best suit. I addressed the boy's mother: "Madam, if I may, I'd like to have a word with your son" I said.
"Who are you?" she asked quizzically.
"I am Inspector Allen. I'm with the North Pole Police" I replied, looking dead serious.
The mother and everyone in the restaurant caught right on and gasped. "Owen!' the mother said, 'Look! It's an elf!"
Little Owen was awed at how suddenly things had gotten very quiet, and how he was suddenly the center of everyone's attention ... especially this big man who (he thought) was one of Santa's secret police. "Owen' I began, 'Do you know how Santa knows if you've been bad or good?"
Owen just bit his lip and fidgeted.
"Well, Owen, he has his own police force. They might be taxi drivers like me and they might even be the ice cream man in the summer. But we all take notes, and mommies and daddies write to us, too. Now today, just now, I watched you not minding your mom. Owen, let me tell you something."
Owen's eyes began tearing up as I continued: "Now, Owen, Santa knows little boys are going to want to rip and tear and run around. In fact, if little boys didn't like to rip and tear, Santa would be worried. And if you had gotten yourself hurt today, it would have ruined everyone's Thanksgiving; and it would have made Santa very sad. Santa doesn't want little boys to get hurt. That's why you should always listen to your mother when she tells you to sit still."
The kid was on the verge of a full-bore cry as if he were anticipating a whipping. So just before the waterworks began in earnest, I softened my voice and said: "Owen, are you crying because you think I'm going to tell Santa you were bad today?"
He sniffled, choked back a sob, and nodded.
I gave him a thoughtful look. "Okay, Owen, let me tell you what I'm going to do. Now, you're a little kid because you need to learn stuff, right?"
The boy nodded.
"All right, that's right. Learning is what little boys are supposed to do. Now, since I told you why you should mind your mom, did you learn anything?"
Looking bewildered about where I was going with this, Owen nodded again.
"Well, then, if you are supposed to learn, and learning is what you did today, then you did what you are supposed to do. and doing what you're supposed to do is being good"
As Owen's eyes began to clear, I pulled out a pocket New Testament, pretending it was my policeman's notebook. "So', I announced, 'I'm going to write in my report that Owen was GOOD on Thanksgiving!"
I have never seen such a reversal of despair into joy. "THANK YOU! THANK YOU!" he exulted. I told him to remember what he had learned, and returned to my table to a standing ovation from the other adults in the dining room.
I don't know whatever became of young Owen, who is probably 13 or 14 right now. But when I think of Owen's reaction when he realized he had been forgiven, I think of what thankfulness we should all feel as we celebrate the birth of our true Savior this season. Owen's redemption should reflect our own.